In a last minute decision Bertie had decided to continue defense against the dark arts to NEWT level. It wasn't something he had been forced to do, there were other subjects he could have picked, heck he had already chosen four he didn't need to select a fifth subject but, when his head of house had been making timetables at breakfast he'd caught a glimpse of Isadora Malfoy-Nott.
Isadora was dangerous, she was something that Bertie had managed to move on from, shed the memory of her darkness that he'd witnessed to the point that he was numb from it. In spite of that, Isadora Malfoy-Nott reminded him that there were still dark forces out there, biding their time perhaps? The Ravenclaw didn't aspire to become an auror or get involved in any action at all but, were he to accidentally find himself in such a situation again, he ought to be prepared.
And so, without having bought books for his upcoming year of defense against the dark arts Bertie Nogard found himself sat two rows from the front of the class, a freshly inked quill in hand.
Professor Ashcroft raised a simple lesson objective: A discussion. A part from Bertie was usually the student who kept his head down and his quill scratching. It was easier to think things through in his own head, allow the knowledge and discussion to digest themselves in a way that made sense to him. Discussion were never his thing, but after his pact to putting himself out there this year and breaking the shell he decided to answer.
'Professor, the dark arts is something you can't really prepare against.' How ironic. The only reason he'd decided to continue the subject was to he was prepared and here he was citing a book he'd read that went against his reasoning for studying the subject.
'They're sort of a mystery, abstract, not your typical kind of magic. I guess that's why they call it an art...' His voice trailed off as he looked down in thought about what exactly art was. It was peculiar, really, how the word 'art' could be applied to anything. It romanticized things. Dark magic was evil, the Christ of a putrid sky, yet change it's name to the dark arts and suddenly it's intriguing, beautifully twisted.
(ooc: sorry if this is a little long, it's about 340 words)